Hello OKC.
This is my fiftieth entry! So much has changed since I started writing this. New Orleans existed, OU was good and I was single. Now, just a few short months later, New Orleans is under water, OU sucks and I am still single. Well maybe not too much has changed.
Speaking of New Orleans, thanks for the basketball team guys! We couldn’t get one without an act of God and that’s what it took . By act of God I mean poor city planning and huge cuts in programs to reinforce levees, but I digress.
I would really like to go see a game but I don’t have any friends. Friends is code for expendable cash flow.
This past week I worked up at The Loony Bin. I had a couple of really good shows. If anyone was there, leave a comment as to how you though it went if you want. If you don’t know which comedian I was, I was not the girl with pink hair or the fifty year old dude. That ought to help.
Caught a bit of an episode of Intervention on A&E last night. Intervention is a show that follows around an addict of some sort and than ‘surprises’ him with an intervention. Usually it’s someone who is so strung out on meth or cocaine that they are at the end of their rope. People with serious addictions that effect those around them. Last night though, I think they’ve hit the bottom of the barrel. They profiled the gritty realism of what it’s like for people to live with a video game addict. What the eff? How do you run out of crack heads to profile?
As far as the video game addiction goes I could care less. It’s not like the guy was selling his body or robbing people to play video games. He was wasting his life, yeah, but we all do. Some do it through work or marriage or religion or all three. He just chose to waste his by playing video games. Cost to society? Nothing. Damage to himself? Uh, sore thumbs. That’s it!
What really got me is that he had this very nice, very attractive girl who would come over and hang out with him, but all he did was play video games. She wanted him pretty bad but he was ‘addicted’ to video games. He totally ignored her and could have cared less she was around. At that point it’s her fault if she’s upset. She knows he plays video games so move on. This leads me to the following question. At what age do women know they don’t like being with the a-hole? Those guys get all the women. All the time! I really want to see what women think about this. Is it an age issue? Please enlighten me.
I got Nine Inch Nails new one yesterday. The album is good but I just wonder why Trent Reznor is still so angry. Calm down buddy. It’s gonna be alright. I hope I’m not that angry at forty. I’m not bashing Trent, I’m just worried about his angry little heart. If he’s not careful he’ll need ‘angry-o-plasty’ surgery. SNAP! It’s jokes like that last one that explain why I’m still not getting paid to write.
My friend Chad and I are about to make sweet, sweet music together. I’m getting married in a unity ceremony to Chad this weekend. That’s right, I’m gay. Not really but I just wanted to freak that Paul dude out. Tee-hee.
Seriously though we went to Guitar World to check out what it would take to where we could produce music. Chad already had some of what we needed and it looks like we should be good to go shortly. Not that any of you care, I’m just talking about it because I can.
I talked about wanting to know why women date the a-holes and now I have another question for women. What is it about guys in bands that women like so much? I saw some of the biggest loser dorks at Guitar World yesterday with women way too far out of their league. What’s the deal? Here is what I am going to do. I’m going to buy a guitar, grow my hair out and that ought to impress the ladies. What’s that? You have to be talented? Oh well. I’m out. I guess I’ll die talentless and alone. Now I know how Toby Keith must feel.
Oh wow, I can’t believe I forgot about this. When I was at Border’s yesterday I saw one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. “Ever Joel?” Yes. Ever. She was at Borders looking frantically for something in the magazine section. She had black hair and was wearing black glasses. She had on purple Capri pants with black high heel shoes. If you’re her, I think you looked very nice and would have liked to talk with you but I’m me and no where near in the same league as you. Just thought you’d like to know I thought you were quite attractive.
That whole last paragraph is sure to impress no one but I had to put it out there. Sorry. Nothing follows bashing Oklahoma’s own Toby Keith like a story about a girl I didn’t talk to. It’s hell to read but even worse to live. Trust me.
I’ll try to be more consistent with my ridiculous ramblings. If this entry seems crappy that’s because, well, it is, and I haven’t slept well in a while. Between my stupid day job and doing comedy all week I’m wiped out. It’s not right that you guys have to suffer by reading this. I really am sorry. The next time you see me you can punch me if it’ll make you feel better. Wait. You don’t know what I look like! Ha! I love my false sense of anonymity.
RIGHT NOW
SONG – Only by Nine Inch Nails. It’s got the catchiest bass line I’ve heard in years.
MOVIE – Seven. It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. I figured I’d try to make the movie selections horror friendly as Halloween is on it’s way. Yeah, I didn’t think you cared. It hurts when you say one thing but than you do another. I just can’t take this anymore! It’s the drinking! I’m taking the kids and leaving! Sorry. I have issues.
COLOGNE – Lacoste Silver. It’s awesome. Shut up! You don’t know. Oh wait, you do.
I’ll be better tomorrow.
Holla.
-Joel